HOME AWAY FROM HOME EPISODE 1 {Exclusive to nairamobile.net} Emeka! Emeka ma guy, u dey enta school abi? i asked Emeka as i crossed over to the other side of the road. i dey enta school oh, make i go check where dem post me go serve na he said. Oboy me sef wan go see where dem post me go oh, guy fear dey catch me oh i said wetin make na? he asked i no want make dem post me go north na, abi u no know say dem dey troway bomb there i added. me wey dem born for north nkor, i don die? he said as i remembered while we where still in school Emeka told me his Father was a big business mogul in Sabon Gari in Kano state and that his family was based there. As we chatted on our way to the school gate i immediately noticed dis beautiful black t-shirt Emeka was wearing, he didnt only like looking good but black clothes were his favorite because that was the fratanity he belonged to in school. We met Kelechi on our way as we shook hands and walked together to the school gate, where the list was pasted............ Emekus u don c ur name? i inquired i never c am oh, what of u? he asked nna ehn i don see am oh, na 0sun dis people post me go oh, kelechi say him own na Bayelsa i said rather sad. Emeka i don c ur own here i said as i pointed oboy eeh iga la ugu hausa oh na Taraba dem post u go oh?. Emekas mood changed instantly as i tried figuring if Taraba was actually in Nigeria. In my mind i said it was better for him since he was born in the north, as i also tried figuring what part of Nigeria was Osun......... We collected our call- up letters as well as statement of results as i noticed Emekas cheerful face changed gloomy when he saw third class crested beautifully on his statement of result. how u no go graduate with third class when u dey busy with cult activity and forget school i thought as i almost laughed at him. Meanwhile, KC and i narrowly escaped third class, as third was the norm in Industrial Physics department; the hardest department in the school. Emeka was not the only cult member in my department but it was as if he was the only member as he took cult activities very seriously. Kelechi fondly called KC was also a cult member, not an axe man like Emeka but a bagga like me. Flow, u go go Yoruba land go chop amala oh KC said as we all laughed (u will get to know how i got the nickname Flow. guy e dey beta than Emeka wey dey go ugu hausa where dem dey throw bomb like knockout na i said i don tell u say i grow up for north and the area wey my family dey stay for Kano dey safe, and after camp i go reploy go my papa house go stay he said and i saw sense in what he said. guy we go dey hala our sef for fone na i said as i shook hands with Emeka and anchor KC as a bagga like me.................. I travelled back home d next day in order to pack my bags and get set for take off to NYSC Osun camp. As i glanced through the window of the rickety bus i boarded, i just recalled the stories we were told by some barracks boys dat have finished serving how their NYSC camp experience was; some said it was fun while others said it was their worst experience. Well, as a sharp barrack boy that i am, i promised myself that it was going to be fun for me as i planed to take part in the MR MACHO contest i was told takes place in every camp. Immediately i stared at my bicets and my broad chest if they had reduced since i havent gymed for two days. if my chest reduce i go use press up bring am out back i said to myself as i saw a sign on the road which says WELCOME TO OSUN STATE We got to the camp in no time as i walked slowly dragging down my bag. The army men at the gate searched my bag, which kin bad tin i wan carry, na weed? i wondered as i immediately noticed the enomous croud of corpers to be.. My call up letter was checked and i was given a foam that was as thin as my mothers vegetable choping board. I was also given a room and the number to the bunk i was to place the foam on. Room F, bunk number 24 i tried craming this relevant information as i walked in the direction others were walking to complete my clearance process and collect my Nysc khaki. As i passed a car parked on the road side i smiled as i stared at myself in the car side glass and saw my fine fair face (FFF). The sun was shining greatly but the red kangol cap i was wearing sheltered my yellow pawpaw face from the sun. I finished my clearance rather late and as i was walking to my room or rather hall, i heard my name, Flow! flow eh!! flowey baba oh. I turn and saw two guys........ WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 2
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 22:41:12 +0000
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